I was going to bash the Oscars tonight. Up until now I have always believed that they were an unbelievably pretentious bit of boot licking and back slapping.
That was before I really started to think about how often my life has been affected by the storytellers, actors, actresses and movie makers who inevitably enter our lives and spend time with us over a beer and conversation.
Not so different from my favorite authors and the books they have written, movies, both good and bad and ridiculous have provided me with countless hours of escape as well as deep moments of elucidation.
Now you may not like the Oscars, but I bet you like stories.
Really. Who doesn't?
I think that's why many folks have a blog. We all have a story or six to tell and quite often the story is our lives.
I don't need a theatre, playhouse or library to find a tale. There have been numerous times where a bus stop or a bar stool have sufficed for a venue of storytelling that left me enthalled with the teller of tales or just about pissing my pants.
You don't always need to be a raconteur to make the visions that dance around in your head jump out into the real world and dance a dervish.
All you need is a Troll.
Weird, but good...conversational drift: tunes and musicians.
Next week I will try to make the photos ones of my own taking instead of borrowed material.